And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1274 | 2023-07-05 02:23:16 | 161.59 | 99% |
| 1049 | 2022-01-17 18:59:16 | 141.26 | 99% |
| 1036 | 2022-01-11 01:15:19 | 138.20 | 98% |